#regressor!reader

[aew-kun-age-regression]

How you cope..

Pairings: Caregiver!Captain John Price + Caregiver!Simon 'Ghost' Riley + Caregiver!John 'Soap' McTavish + Caregiver!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

Summary: The team finds out you're a Regressor. Heck. You find out you're a Regressor. You had never known there was a name for it...

Warnings: Subtle hint that Ghost regresses (Soap as a CG), Regressor!Gaz mentioned, they're in a helicopter for this one so honoury Nikolai mention :D, Not really knowing what regression is, slipping after a mission, nicknames (Soldier, little one, kiddo, sweetheart), Ghost calls Soap Johnny.

(Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N - I do fully intend to write a part 2 to this!!!

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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The military was an interesting place, with this came different coping mechanisms be it working out till you drop or something else it was easy to dismiss what you'd see as long as the individual was coping.

As the Captain of the taskforce Price was acutely aware of how his team coped. (Mainly so he could help if needed and in some other cases so he knew that his family team were actually coping and not just ignoring their issues. Simon trained. He trained until he couldn't anymore which was when Soap would step in and comfort him. A lot of Soaps coping came from being able to comfort Simon, he thrived at being able to help his friends. And Gaz, well Gaz regressed and Price looked after him as his Caregiver.

That was probably why after a particularly hard mission on the helicopter ride back Price instantly noticed something was wrong. You had been awufully reserved, normally you'd be chatting with the team but that wasn't the case today. Originally everyone brushed it off as you just being tired, it wasn't unbelievable. The mission had been difficult, exhausting.

After a while of your had clumsily lolling to the side, bumping the wall of the hellicopter Price decides to speak up.

"Are you feeling okay Soldier..?"

"Fine Cap'tin..." You mumbled.

That had got everyone's attention. Even when tired you never slurred your words like that. It's then that it hits Price. You were regressing. Well actually more like you were regressed. He was used to this in his team, it was a coping mechanism that he had learnt briefly about before joining the military however upon Gaz struggling Price had learnt more so he would be able to help.

Price's tone turned fatherly (as though he didn't permanently sound like a dad)

"Are you feeling small..?"

You normally always shut down when you felt like this, it was easier to just sleep it off. Although you were well aware that it didn't really work.. You shrug wordlessly.

The others had been watching this interaction take place. Soap moved from where he had been sitting with Ghost, kneeling down infront of you. There was a gentle smile plastered on his face.

"Well what do we 'ave here? Jus' a wee little one?"

"Think that might be the case Johnny" Ghost replies, his voice somewhat softer than usual, although if you had been an outsider watching you'd never have noticed the slight change in tone.

Price got up and headed to the front of the helicopter, quickly conversing with Nikolai. When he came back he addressed everyone letting them know that it wouldn't be too much longer before you'd all be back at base.

It was now Gaz's turn to speak.

"Has this happened to you before kiddo?"

You nod but don't speak.

"Okayyy, do you have any items back at base?"

You give a confused head tilt, confused on what he meant by items"

"..things like plushies, paci's, colouring books.. things like that?"

This time you gently shake your head. Ghost sighs, he understands that...

Price then speaks up again.

"Well then we'll just have to change that, now won't we Sweetheart?"

[agere-fics]

Vroom, vroom!

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

Word Count: 635

Summary: Steve drives you around to help you sleep

Pairing: Dada!Steve x Daddy!Bucky x Regressor!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Content Warnings: Usage of daddy and dada, riding in a car, getting carried/picked up, that's it :)

Authors Note: Look at me actually writing stuff!! More on the way 🐈 You can find more of my stuff in my pinned post and request more stories through the ask box.

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Despite all your insomniac nights, taking a cat nap in the backseat of Stevie's car was surprisingly peaceful.

bump! bump!

The crevices and rocky ground of Dada's favorite road warmed you and cooed the pangs and aches in your body. The dips were like being rocked by mother nature.

'thank you mama tree'

crunch! crunch!

Ah, that's the sound of your anxieties melting away. Really it's the gravel getting all crunched up but you know... same difference.

Your Dada was in love with these backroads. Tomorrow while you down some fruity pebbles, you'll tell him again that they really should get married. They see each other all the time! It made trips take longer but that just meant more time with Stevie.

bop! bop!

The tapping of your head against the window was actually quite gentle. Sometimes it hurts and that's when you whine to Stevie that "ow it hurt dada whyyy!!?" and to get you to stop, he'd get your favorite fast food (it was the plan all along and Stevie most definitely knew-). This time, Dada was driving super, duper slow so the bumps didn't hurt. They soothed you instead and made you very, very sleepy.

Your legs were tucked close to yourself. You laid curled up like a cat in the cold winter. In better days, you'd find your position annoyingly uncomfortable but you were so eepies- I mean sleepy.

It was kind of like leaves falling from the really tall trees in the rainforest. Sleep didn't come fast but crept up on you.

You enjoyed watching the view go by the window and the mental image of a little superhero doing parkour, racing with Dada's pickup truck. The trees had all sorts of colors and some animals hop, hopped, and peeked out from the bushes.

Everything eventually becomes grey, then black. But you don't mind. It's so calming, this rest your eyelids have found.

'Oh, they closed? Ooooh that's why the superguy disappeared.'

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"Welcome back, Steve-O." Bucky stood at the door frame, hands resting in his jacket pockets.

Steve placed his pointer finger on his lips and tilted his head, indicating that you were asleep.

Bucky firmly nodded and held a gentle smile. 'You're finally asleep! Aww, you deserve it, little dear.'

Your dada traded places with Bucky, leaving to go get himself ready for bed.

Daddy peeked through the windows, and then he found you, with your little head against the car door. He walked around to the door opposite of you, and moved very carefully as to not wake you.

Snores filled the air and Bucky had to hold back a giggle. He thought it was so freaking cute, don't worry!

"Come here, little one." He whispered and securely held you up against his chest. Warm and snug.

Your daddy walked into your bedroom, where Steve had been waiting and prepared your bed for you.

"Here you are, darling." Daddy laid you down.

Buck and Stevie kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Goodnight, our sunflower."

♡

[blankie-nest-agere]

daycare attendant as a caregiver

☀️sundrop☀️

- sunny is the kind of cg to have very strict routines, but he's also very easily swayed by puppy dog eyes

- probably has you call him Mr. Sun. brings him back to when he ran the daycare and the name makes him feel fuzzy

- you do your morning routine with him, which he makes as fun as possible. he'll wake you up with cuddles, cooing as he tugs you into his lap to hug like a plushie

- then he makes you a breakfast of your choosing, you brush your teeth, get dressed, and he does your hair for the day. after that you take any meds and then you both decide what to do with the day!

- he often takes you to the park, but if you wanna stay inside, he's always open for playing pretend or dress up! he's got an eye for colors, so fashion shows are a must

- he loves to draw with you, and does a lot of madlibs style games where you have input in the story. he's an awesome story teller!

- can make anything fun

- is a very good listener if you ever need to rant or even just babble senselessly for a bit

- he loves his little very much and would move the world for you <3

🌕moondrop🌕

- moony is very strict, and less susceptible to cuteness. in his daycare days, he got used to puppy dog eyes from kids not wanting to sleep

- that being said if it makes you uncomfy he'll deffie give you some more slack

- would literally malfunction if you called him mama (in a good way)

- a kid once called him that in the daycare and he never let it go. it's just too sweet to him

- you get maybe an hour of playtime before bed, but you can't have screentime

- this actually lead to figuring out a lot of fun games to play, since you couldn't play on your phone or watch cartoons

- his favorite has to be tea parties; he knows all your plushies by name and is very polite to them. serves them apple juice and little cookies he makes just for your tea parties

- always encourages you to set up pranks on sunny with him. sunny has stopped trusting him with front

- you have a very calm bedtime routine. you wash up, brush your teeth, he brushes your hair, and then get into comfy pjs. you get tucked in with your plushies, and if you ask he'll cuddle and/or use his music box to play lullabies for you

- also a good listener- especially if you want input. he's very calm and level-headed, so he gives great advice

- finds great comfort in you having the trust to let him take care of you. he might not say it as much as sunny, but he loves you ^^

[agerefandom]

Sweet Little Trickster

Summary: A little story about a sleepy regressor!reader (they/them) being carried upstairs and tucked in by Fred and George

Fandom: Harry Potter

Words: 650

Content warnings: Reader uses they/them pronouns, nicknames used: kiddo, little tyke.

“Pssst, kiddo.”

The words make it through your sleepy head but aren’t enough to pull you into full awareness. You can feel something soft under your fingers: the familiar texture of your favourite stuffed animal, held against your chest. Your body is twisted into a bit of an uncomfortable shape, but you’re so warm and cozy that you don’t feel like moving.

“They’re definitely asleep,” says a familiar voice. You can hear the smile in their voice and it makes you happy, even drifting between sleep and consciousness.

“We should bring them to bed,” whispers a voice from the other side of you.

“Look at them, though,” the first voice says, and there’s a gentle hand touching the top of your head, just barely felt through your hair. “They’re proper conked out.”

“I’ll carry them,” the other replies. “C’mon, we won’t disturb them.”

Their voices have woken you up properly, but you keep your eyes closed and your breathing even. You want to know how they’re going to handle this. You recognize the voices as Fred and George: the memories of the evening are blurry, but you were having regression time with the two of them. You remember about half of a fairy tale, read by George with extra dramatic voices from Fred. You must have fallen asleep partway through.

“Alright, let me help.”

There was a muttered charm and you could feel your body get lighter, the strange part-weightlessness that came with a levitation charm. You had thought you had been leaning against the couch, but as it started to move behind you, you realized that it was one of the twins. He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up without any effort now that the levitation charm was helping.

The other twin laughed quietly, and you could feel a hand fixing your hair.

“Little tyke,” he whispered, fond. “Let’s head up to bed.” That was Fred, then, and George was the one carrying you. Only Fred used that nickname for you.

You let yourself rest, somewhere between floating and being carried, doing your best to pretend to be asleep as George carried you upstairs. You could hear Fred on the stairs behind you, close enough to maintain the charm.

Your stuffed animal almost fell to the side, and you forced yourself not to grab it. Thankfully, Fred darted forwards and resettled it onto your chest.

“Thanks,” George whispered, bumping his shoulder into his twin and jostling you slightly.

“Oi, careful,” Fred said, moving out of range. “You’ll wake them.”

“I won’t!”

“Shhhh!”

You heard George scoff, and then there was the creak of a door and George crossed a room, lying you down on a soft bed. You let your limbs settle where you were dropped, unable to stop the smile on your face as you felt the pillow beneath your head.

A hand on your forehead, and one of them pulled the blankets up and over you, enveloping you in soft warmth.

“Sleep well,” one of the twins whispered, retreating towards the doorway.

The other one leaned over the bed, you could feel his weight pushing the mattress down as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead where your hair had been smoothed back.

“Sweet dreams, kiddo,” George whispered. “You’re very cute when you pretend to sleep.”

He was walking away from the bed before you could process his words, but you grinned as the door closed, rolling over to scoop your stuffed animal into a more comfortable position. Of course the twins had known.

Still, they had carried you gently, with whispers and careful hands. Settled you into bed, sure to keep your stuffed animal in your arms.

You squeezed that stuffed animal, rubbing your cheek against its fur.

You loved them so much. They were so good to you.

Those thoughts were the ones that followed you into sleep, giving all of your dreams warmth.

[peapodsplace]

The leaves are getting brown and crunchy. Wrap a warm, soft scarf around your neck and tuck it into your cosy jacket. Put your boots on one by one, do you need help with your laces? Dash outside, feel the chilled air on your cheeks and let it fill your lungs, look up and see the carmine, amber branches waving back at you. In this moment, nothing bothers you. A breeze flutters through your hair and you let out a giggle, bendining down you pick up a handul of dry leaves and toss them into the air like natural confetti. Run around and jump in puddles, climb up into a sturdy tree- not too high! You laugh and smile even when your body feels tired and your eyelids grow heavy. Now let's go back inside and make some warm drinks.

[funfettifrills]

♣️; caregiver! husk x kid/agere! reader [headcanons]

[all platonic] + my inbox is open for reqs!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪husk is canonically good with kids!! He would be great at taking care of you !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ initially, husk keeps up his grumpy self around you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but you find yourself enjoying being around him, to you he's a silly little kitty !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ he notices you will sit by him or stay in the same room as him, and he doesn't mind at all

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ at first you're a bit shy, but he tries initiating conversations with you and you happily speak to him a bunch!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Once your wall of shyness is broken down, you'll find yourself sitting at the bar and info dumping to him about things you like or just your day in general

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He doesn't say much, but he always listens with a small smile on his face while he tends to his bartending tasks

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he has a huge soft spot for you, that he'd deny at first but everyone else at the hotel would clearly notice it

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you go out, he starts going with you. He really wants you to be safe, even if you're in hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since you obviously wouldn't be drinking any alcohol, husk starts keeping things like juice at the bar just for you!! He even gets sippy cups !!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even though he doesn't enjoy being a cat, you can't help but call him "kitty."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ Sometimes, when you want his attention, you'll babble a bit and call out "kitty!"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if anyone else would call him kitty, he would be sooo livid

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but he loves you and knows you mean no harm, he finds it endearing!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪his default nicknames for you are just 'kid' or 'kiddo'

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he lets you play with his tail !! He just sits nonchalantly as you do it, and the others in the hotel watch in awe over how comfortable Husk is with you

♡ʚ⁺˖↪even if he has a soft spot for you, he's still husk so he's a very patient caregiver but also very stern when he needs to be

♡ʚ⁺˖↪if you get bratty or fussy, he won't hesitate to get you to behave, and he's very effective at it while not being tooooo harsh

♡ʚ⁺˖↪since he loves sleeping, when it's nap time he'll join you sometimes!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he's very comfy to snuggle with cause his fur is surprisingly soft

♡ʚ⁺˖↪as you two sleep, he holds you so gently

♡ʚ⁺˖↪He purrs during these naps too and its silly to feel the vibrations

♡ʚ⁺˖↪whenever you'd be overwhelmed and in tears, he had struggled to deal with it at first because he was intimidated

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Over time, he had learned how to handle those moments with ease and will hold you in his lap as you regulate yourself

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Depending on the severity of your emotions, he'll start doing magic tricks to distract you, and it's effective for calming you down

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he struggles with low self-esteem, so he questions whether he's good enough to be taking care of you (he is much more than good enough!!)

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you're happiest and comfiest with him, sometimes you cling onto his legs as he does random tasks and he just goes on as normal

♡ʚ⁺˖↪before he had gotten onto better terms with Angel, he'd tried to keep you away from him

♡ʚ⁺˖↪But afterward, you become close with Angel as well, and he thinks you're the cutest ever !!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪you and Angel sit at the bar, with you in his lap, and have silly conversations with Husk

♡ʚ⁺˖↪Angel goes insane hearing you get to freely call Husk "kitty"

♡ʚ⁺˖↪ And Angel teases Husk over how soft he's gotten for you, Husk gets embarrassed in response

"Ya' let the kid call you 'kitty?' Why can't I do that too?"

"You are a GROWN man. There's no reason for you to call me that."

"You're just turning into a big softie, ya know?"

"..."

♡ʚ⁺˖↪don't even get me started on how adamant Husk would be to keep you away from Alastor

♡ʚ⁺˖↪but Alastor does find a way to get your attention, much to Husk's dismay...

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he'll find Alastor playing you, and you giggling along, which leaves Husk horrified

♡ʚ⁺˖↪he is really dedicated to keeping you safe from anything that'd cause you harm!!

♡ʚ⁺˖↪and he truly wants you to be redeemed, he knows you don't deserve to be in Hell

♡ʚ⁺˖↪overall, he adores you a bunch and would probably kill for you!!!!!!

[manwtv]

They make me insane <3

[prncsslulu]

when carer's reply to babbles like youre speaking intelligently, “oh yeah, kid! you're so right!” “i’ve never thought of it like that before, smart little thing!” “i agree, we should have chicken nuggets for dinner!”

[littlespace-imagines]

I watched Metalocalypse: Army of the Doomstar and Toki is a canonical age regressor who carrys a “Deadybear” around with him and the whole band accepts it and supports it and it’s not even a humorous focal point or anything. Pickles just says “Sorry, you know, Toki's a little sensitive these days. We think he's regressing from, you know, the whole thing.” When Toki has on outburst from being told not to something and other than him always having his comfort bear that’s the only way it’s mentioned, he is still the Toki we love.

It’s so nice to see regression presented in a legitimate way, Toki and the whole band went through hell, we see Nathan struggling with his own ptsd also. The fact that the whole band -including murderface who usually hits below the belt with his insults- just goes with it.

[shymeow]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 . . .

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem ! lil ! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (?): Mentions of military missions and soldiers but not really specific, female pronouns used, nicknames used (dada, daddy, sweetie, baby), baby talk, babying (?). I think it's just pure sweetness, if I missed anything warn me !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Simon helped you, his beloved sweetheart, to regress safely after a hard mission in Russia that you faced alone.

Obs. English is not my first language, so I apologize for the grammatical errors!

After the hard mission you faced alone in Russia, you were finally back to the base reporting your mission to Captain Price, him listening to every single detail that you said, listening to how you defeated every soldier that tried to attack you and that you had found the object and the victim inside of a cave in the middle of a mountain away from everyone and everything. After your reporting, Price said that you could now go to your room and rest, and you immediately felt so... Tiny. You ran to Simon's room messily, almost spanking the door when it finally made it's way close to your hands. Simon angrily opened the door, thinking it was one of the new recruits or even Soap trying to annoy him, but it was you, his precious little princess that he loves so much.

"Sweetie... You're trembling. C'mere baby, daddy's got you." Simon lifted you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could snuggle against him. He closed the door, walking to his closet and getting your favorite pacifier and onesie (or another clothe you're comfy with!) so you could change clothes and get comfortable in the bed as soon as possible. "Let's change your clothes, okay sweetie? Then you can hug Daddy in bed as much as you want."

You didn't dare to say a word. You couldn't. Even if you wanted, the words just didn't made sense in your little head... So you just let Simon change you into your onesie, getting rid of the military clothes that felt so uncomfortable in your tiny soft body. "All nice and fresh now sweetie, now we can have your bottle, would you like that?" You happily clapped your tiny hands, giving him a soft smile that melted his heart.

Simon wrapped your legs in his waist again, walking to the microwave in the corner of the room that he bought just for you, since you stay more in his room than in your own (Price almost doesn't know that you have your own room), he got the milk in the fri go bar, putting it inside the bottle with a spoon of chocolate, mixing it and putting in the microwave. 30 seconds after, your bottle was ready, nice and warm just for you, as Simon leaded both of you to the bed, he had already put the bottle in your mouth, letting you suck the nipple softly while he rocked you in his arms softly.

"You're okay sweetie, dada's here. Shh, shh..." He continued rocking you softly, until your bottle was finished and you were very sleepy, rubbing your eyes softly. "Oh no baby, don't rub your little eyes. It can hurt remember? We don't want your little eyes hurt, do we?" You shaked your head. "That's it, we don't want these soft eyes hurt." Simon kissed your forehead, laying down in the bed with you, caressing your soft hair so you could sleep better. "It's okay, sweetie..."

[babey-lewis]

Hey baby bug, I missed you!! Are you doing okay? Have you had any water and food today, little love? I hope you have, angel! You deserve to eat and drink today and every day, okay?

[bratzforchris]

Can we get Matt x little!fem reader? And she’s been having a tough day and she’s finally comfortable enough to start sleeping into little space because Matt’s there? 🤍

Sleepy Baby

Summary: Above!

Pairing: Matt x little and feminine!reader

Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma

Word Count: 993

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was actually so cute 🎀🧸 As always, age regression is nonsexual and innocent. Hate towards myself/my readers/my works will be blocked--if you don't like it, don't read it! Enjoy<3

Despite only having been together for a few months, Matt was arguably a blessing from the universe. Being your first boyfriend, you had been slightly scared about how he would treat you, especially when you told him about some of the trauma you had experienced at a young age that had caused you to be slightly averse to relationships. However, the brunette had been nothing but accepting, always cuddling you, kissing you, reassuring you, and overall making sure that you felt loved. Even when you two had to have the difficult conversation regarding your regression and why you did it, Matt had been nothing but open and loving with you. 

The way Matt learned of your regression was purely an accident. He would never snoop through your private belongings. Rather, he had been looking for one of his hoodies that had been missing for a month now. He finally found it in your corner of the shared closet, and when he had retrieved it from the floor, a pacifier, teether, and bottle fell out. His first thought was that you were pregnant and had yet to tell him, but upon inspection, the pacifier was much too large for an infant. 

Always being open to conversations and problem solving in your relationship, Matt had simply asked you about the things with a gentle look on his face. Despite your tears and panic over how your boyfriend now viewed you, you went on to explain that you reverted to a younger headspace to cope with your childhood trauma and usually to escape the anxiety of adult life. Though the age varied, your littlespace was around that of a two to a four year old. Matt had been soft with you the entire time, promising that he still loved you just the same and that he was happy you were healing and coping in a healthy way. He had even offered to be your caregiver, but you simply shook your head, cuddling into his side. As much as you adored Matt and his love, regressing around someone else was a step you weren't quite ready for. 

It had been about three months since the conversation with Matt, and you still hadn’t slipped around your boyfriend. He had encouraged your regression by buying you stuffed animals and sometimes even new decorated pacifiers, but he also understood that it might take you a while to share such a large and “embarrassing” thing with him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to; rather, you were so anxious about Matt changing his mind about loving you once he saw you actually regressed. You still slipped, of course, but it was never when Matt was home. 

All of that was going to change today, though. For some reason, everything that could go wrong, did. You had spilled hot coffee on your white blouse at work, then your lunch order had been delivered to the wrong office, and finally, you had gotten stuck in a hour-long traffic jam on your commute home. As soon as you stepped in your and Matt’s shared apartment, you flopped down on the living room floor and began to cry. Was it childish? Sure. But you had had an awful day, and being tired and emotional were your biggest headspace triggers. 

Matt came out of his office when he heard you wailing, looking down at you on the living room floor. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked sadly, sitting beside you. 

“Everything!” You wailed. 

“Wanna elaborate on that?” he asked with a gentle smile, pulling you into his lap. 

You began to recount the story of your awful day, clinging to Matt’s shirt as your tears stained the gray fabric. You could feel yourself slipping with every passing second, but honestly, you were too tired to care. “...an so tiwed.” You sobbed finally, fully slipping into your headspace. 

Matt froze at the sudden change in your voice, but you didn’t seem to notice his hesitation. Your boyfriend just rubbed your back for a moment before quietly whispering. “Daddy’s here, honey. I’ve got you. Everything’s okay, baby.” 

The few sentences alone were enough to make you stop crying as you snuggled into Matt’s hold. Unbeknownst to you, he had been reading up on age regression ever since that day, learning as much as he could about how to help you. He knew that gentle words and speaking of himself in the third person usually helped, and it was clearly working. Your tears had slowly reduced to sniffles and little hiccups as you relaxed in his hug. 

Matt allowed you two to sit on the floor for a while, before he slowly stood up with you in his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom. He knew that you probably wouldn’t want to talk a lot right now, but that was okay. He simply changed you into one of your soft onesies that you kept in your dresser, before tucking you in softly and laying down beside you. He continued to hum sweet, nonsensical things to you as he plucked your pacifier from the nightstand and slipped it between your lips. 

It wasn’t long until you were encased in snuggles from Matt, comfy onesie on, pacifier in your mouth, and your favorite stuffie that had a recording of his voice in it in your hand. Your boyfriend knew that a lot of conversations would have to be had after this occurrence, but right now, he simply enjoyed the time with his little one, admiring the way your eyes had glossed over and your lips had a little smile as you yawned. Just before you fell asleep, you said something that made Matt’s heart swell, and reminded him that this was exactly what he was meant to do. 

“I loves you, Daddy.” You whispered as you slowly fell asleep. 

“I love you, baby girl.” he whispered back just as gently, knowing that today was just the start of something beautiful.  

[lttl3babybug]

Can we get more Cg!Adam?

Course!! Hope everyone enjoys!! :3

Staring

Warning: this post does contain one or two bad words :(

You were a clingy little one, that wasn’t a secret. But just how clingy you were was something Adam was still pushing the limits of. He could leave you in front of the tv for 15 minutes before you’d realise he was gone and come toddling after him while whining and pouting. He could put you to bed but he had to stay with you until you’d fully off to sleep and while having you rely on him so much was a huge ego boost on Adam’s part it came with some issues while you two walked around heaven.

Adam loved holding you, resting you on his hip and such, everyone knew that but not everyone exactly...enjoyed the sight of Adam and you. You perched on his hip and head on his shoulder while him and lute were deep in conversation, he hadn’t even noticed your small attempts to hide yourself while others stared and whispered. It took him a moment but eventually he registered what was happening when he heard a faint whisper of, “disgusting freak” from someone. He turned to face the couple who were staring.

He wasn’t about to have that! Someone calling his perfect angel names? Not on his watch, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He spat the two, holding you close to him. “They’re with me. Don’t fucking forget it either” his words filled with venom as the couple scurried off, he looked down at you. A confused look across Adam’s face when he saw you with your hands over your ears and face in his chest. He was worried. We’re you crying? We’re you overwhelmed? Sleepy? Hungry?

All his worries subsided when he heard a faint giggle however, he watched you peak out from the folds in his robe and continue to quietly giggle at him. “You said a baaad word”, clearly this was thoroughly entertaining to you. “Oh you like it when I say those bad words hm?” Adam mused with a small smirk, “makes you all giggly and smiley huh? That’s what I like to see. My sweet baby all happy”. He was such a sweetheart with you.

[phantomfallacy]

Cale Henituse: *pretends to be Jesus*

Kim Dokja: *pretends to be the devil*

Lee Kiyoung: *pretends to be Jesus but is the devil*

Kim Gongja: *is Jesus*

Lloyd Frontera: Can you guys not?

[agerefandom]

Angels At The Window

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Words: 1,700 

Characters: regressor!reader, caregivers!Vaggie and Charlie, misc background characters

Summary: Cleansing days are always terrifying, but you spend it with Vaggie and Charlie, and come home to the hotel at the end. 

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence (ie. bodies etc.), death mentions, fear and anxiety, drug references, religion, canon-typical Hazbin Hotel warnings! 

The sound of screaming drifts in from outside, muffled by the layers of blankets draped over the windows. Distant explosions underlay the chaos, rumbling through the walls and shaking the floor.

You can hear all of it, but most of your attention is on Charlie as she sings to you. Her legs are splayed out so that you can sit between them, and her arms are wrapped around you tight.

Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Charlie’s gonna buy you a mockingbird…

Vaggie paces between the door and the window, fingers tight on the handle of her spear. Anxious energy hums around her, hair swinging with each sharp turn as she walks the same line between the two entrances.

And if that mockingbird won’t sing, Charlie’s gonna buy you a golden ring.

Charlie pokes your cheek, trying to coax you into smiling, but you’re too busy watching Vaggie pace. Charlie sighs and bumps her forehead against your shoulder-blade, pausing her song to speak.

“Vaggie, will you come and sit with us? You’re scaring the little one.”

“I can’t just sit still,” Vaggie replies, twirling the spear in her hand as she comes to a temporary standstill. Still, her eyes are covering the entrances, watching for any sign of tampering. “There are too many demons who take advantage of Cleansing nights to get up to mischief.”

“No one is going to look twice at this place,” Charlie says confidently, smoothing a hand over your hair, pushing it back from your forehead.

“That’s assuming Angel hasn’t told anyone we’re here.”

“Vaggie, he wouldn’t.”

“Not even for a bag of his namesake?”

“Vaggie,” Charlie says, ineffectually covering your ears, which is a sweet gesture considering that you’ve been living with Angel for over a year, and are well aware of his habits and his career. “Why don’t you trust him?”

“Why do you trust him? You know how many people would love to use you as leverage against your father.”

“As if he would care,” Charlie scoffs, and both you and Vaggie frown at the uncharacteristic bitterness in her voice.

Vaggie comes to crouch down beside the two of you, resting a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Charlie. You’re right, it’s probably fine, but I feel better if I’m keeping an eye on things. Also, fuck your dad.”

“Vaggie, the baby!”

“Fuck your dad,” you agree, patting Charlie’s hands where they’re still resting against your ears and doing very little to block out your caregiver’s voices.

Vaggie starts to laugh and Charlie follows a second later, both of them wrapping their arms around you until you’re sandwiched between them. This is both familiar and cozy, the way they tangle overtop of you. You rest your head against Vaggie’s shoulder and sigh.

And that’s when the three of you hear the electric crackle and the heavy beat of wings, outside the windows.

It is the unmistakable sound of an angel nearby, the crackle of their halo and their holy weapon, which can erase a sinner completely from existence, destroy their soul as if it never existed.

All three of you freeze, and you take a short look at the window, glimpsing bright light around the edges of the blankets, the shining radiance of an angel that must be right outside. No windows, no locks, no walls can stop them, once they’ve selected a target.

You squeeze your eyes shut, and Charlie’s arms tighten around you until it’s almost painful. The three of you are breathing shallowly, as if an angel was something that you could hide yourself from by being quiet.

Vaggie twitches, as if she wants to reach for her spear, but neither you nor Charlie let her go. No hell-forged weapon stands a chance against an angel or their blades. Heaven says that the Cleanses are for population control, but everyone knows it’s to remind Hell’s denizens that no matter how much they kill and struggle for power, they will never hold the palest candle to the light of Heaven’s abilities.

For the moment, you can only hold each other and pray to the God that never listened to any of you before. Please, I love them. Please, I want the chance to be better. Please, they mean everything to me.

And slowly the crackling sound becomes more distant, the beating wings receding, and the edges of the window are dark again when you manage to open your eyes.

Still, none of you dares to move for another long minute, until the relief creeps into your chest and starts to spill down your cheeks in quiet tears. They drip off your chin onto Vaggie’s arms, who immediately clicks her tongue and draws back to wipe them away.

“Shhh, cariño, we’re here, no need for that.”

Still, you can’t stop the tears from coming in earnest at her gentle touch, at her familiar voice breaking the tense silence.

Charlie starts sniffling behind your back, inevitably following you into tears.

Vaggie sighs and wraps her arms around the both of you again.

“What will I do with you two?”

“Don’t stop hugging us,” Charlie answers, and you hum in agreement.

Vaggie laughs a little, but she doesn’t let go until the world has gone silent and still, the screams finally at an end. There’s still the distant rumble of explosions and gunfire, the constant warfare of Hell, but there are no more panicked voices from fleeing demons in the street.

Charlie disentangles herself from the two of you, and stands with tears still wet on her cheeks. Vaggie helps her to dismantle the barricade in front of the door, then comes back and helps you to your feet while Charlie walks upstairs to check that everything is over.

“Come on, little one. We’ll need to help Nifty with the cleanup.”

“Nifty isn’t gonna want our help,” you point out, which is true: she views all of you as an affront to her system whenever you try to so much as dust a shelf.

“Well, there’s always something to do at the hotel.”

You walk downstairs, safely guided by Vaggie, and walk outside to see Charlie’s firework signal exploding in the sky, a confirmation that the Cleansing is over.

You and Vaggie wait until Charlie joins you at the front door. Vaggie gently puts your hand into Charlie’s and moves forward with her spear in a ready position, as you begin the walk home. Most demons are busy looting the bodies, but Vaggie still makes sure to glare at anyone who so much as glances at the three of you.

The streets stink of blood and the lingering ozone smell of angels. Bodies cover the road, most mangled beyond recognition. You’ll have to wait for the news coverage before you learn if anyone important was killed. The Cleanses are often used as cover for assassinations, which are grouped in with the announcements of the denizens who fell to angel blades.

Charlie walks steadily, her head held high and her hand warm on yours, but tears continue to stream down her cheeks. This is why she formed her hotel, after all: a response to the annual suffering that most people would say the sinners in Hell fully deserved.

Most demons and sinners stay out of your way after recognizing the Princess of Hell. She might have lost some of her reputation while promoting the Hotel, but her connection to Lucifer and now the Radio Demon both gave her a decent amount of protection… to say nothing of her girlfriend prowling in front of you both, wielding a wickedly sharp spear and looking twitchy.

You eventually reach the Hotel, which hasn’t fared badly in the Cleansing. There are bodies piled against the stairs, and one of the windows is broken, but it’s definitely seen worse days.

Charlie exhales, quietly relieved, and you squeeze her hand. She squeezes back, and then the three of you are picking your way up the stairs, sticky with blood and strewn with organs.

Stepping inside the hotel lobby, you’re met with a familiar sight. Angel Dust is leaning against the bar, bothering Husk, who doesn’t seem to mind the harassment. Alastor is standing in the middle of the hall with his hands on his hips, but he spins around and brightens when he sees the three of you enter.

“Wonderful! The final trio returns, spared once again from the blessings of Heaven. Streets absolutely flowing with blood, lovely weather, what a shame for all those unrepentant sinners!” His smile is as wide and sharp as ever, his eyes flickering over each of you.

“Where’s Nifty?” you ask, noting her absence from the group.

“Hmm? Oh, a few gentlemen tried to take cover upstairs in the hotel, climbed in a window and got themselves chased down. Made a terribly inconsiderate mess in room 237, Nifty’s in there cleaning up! Such a wonderful helper!”

“Okay!” You press yourself back against Charlie’s side, happy that Nifty is safe.

“We all made it this time,” Charlie sighs.

“Makes you wonder if this little Hotel might be onto something after all!” Alastor interjects.

“Really?” The beginnings of an eager smile appear on Charlie’s face. “You think it might be because of our work here?”

“No, I’m sure it’s a coincidence. But it makes you wonder!” Alastor says, and wanders off towards the stairs to his room.

Charlie momentarily deflates, but then seems to remember she’s holding your hand.

“Well, baby, do you want to go upstairs and get some rest? That was a stressful day!”

“Yes please,” you say. Stressful doesn’t really cover the bone-deep despair and exhaustion that follows a Cleansing day, but you know that a nice warm bath and a nap with Charlie and Vaggie will make it much better.

“Then let’s go.”

Charlie sweeps you into her arms with almost no effort: the perks of being a Hell-born demon. Vaggie follows the two of you up the stairs, offering a half-hearted wave to Angel Dust when he yells after you.

“Good t’see you’re not dead! Tell Husk his calves would look great in heels!”

Husks’s response is lost to distance, and in the calm swaying of Charlie’s embrace, you finally let yourself relax.

You’re home, at the Hazbin Hotel.

[mamazsposts]

hii! do you think you could write cg!draco x little!reader? reader is a ravenclaw and everyone's super surprised when she goes to sit next to draco at slytherin table at breakfast

thank you for requesting. i´m sorry it took awhile haha. i hope you like it :) im sorry if its not the best

word count: 587

summery: when a ravenclaw surprises everyone by going over to a particular blonde boy for breakfast

Strange looks.

Cg!Draco x little!reader

y/n woke up in her private dorm feeling little and happy. She throws the blankets off her walking over to her closet, grabbing her black and blue robes. Humming a song while she gets dressed she thinks of seeing her daddy in the great hall for breakfast, speeding up her usual morning routine before leaving her dorm. The common room only had a couple students in there, she assumes the rest of the ravenclaw house is either still sleeping or already at breakfast. 

On her way to the great hall y/n was smiling ear to ear excited to see draco. When she gets closer she can hear everyone, and starts skipping to get there faster. Once there she looks over at the slytherin table trying to find the head of white hair that she knows so well. When she spots him, she grins before skipping over to the slytherin table causing every other table to look at her. y/n is a sweet ravenclaw why is she going over to that table? They think. 

When she walks up behind Draco she could hear all the confused whispers and feel the stares in the back of her head but she couldn't care less as she wrapped her arms around Draco´s shoulders feeling him tense up before realizing who was hugging him. “Hello my love” he says turning to look at her, she kisses his cheek “good morning” she says happily while sitting down next to him biting her lip, looking at the food with wide eyes.

Draco leans towards her and whispers in her ear  “are you little right now baby?”  watching as she grabs some porridge before looking at him. She nods at him slowly while taking a bite of her food. Draco smiles and puts his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. He looks around the great hall to see almost everyone staring at them, before turning back to y/n “you know everyones staring at us right little one?” he says quietly to her causing her to look around and shrug “i don't care. I'm wifh  you daddy i'm safe” she says quietly even though there's nobody sitting near them like always, there both still cautions not wanting people to know stuff about their lives. 

When Draco hears that leave her mouth he can't help the huge smile that spreads across his face. The thought that she trusts Draco enough to let him be her caregiver and now knowing that she feels safe when she's with him, like nothing can hurt her is just the best thing ever to him. 

While he was lost in his thoughts y/n held up her spoon with some of the porridge on it. “Try dis daddy its really good” she says poking his lips with the spoon until he opens his mouth. He hums and tells her it's the best thing he's ever eaten.  She goes back to eating while draco just stares at her with nothing but love in his eyes, kissing her temple he says “i love you sweet girl”  she looks up at him smiling “i love you too daddy” she says going to kiss his cheek but he stops her causing her to pout “let me wipe your face baby you have porridge all over your face” he says laughing a little. 

Once he's done wiping her face, he taps his cheek and she kisses him instantly before going back to eating.